everything. And the girls loved a fandango and enjoyed the presence of the Americans.
There was a cute little button of a Mexican girl and every time I'd see her she'd give me a flashing glance out of those big dark eyes, and believe me, I'd get flustered.
This one had a shape to take a man's eye. Every time she'd pass me on the streets she'd give a little more swish to her skirts and I figured we could get acquainted if I just knew how to go about it. Her name was Tina Fernandez.
Night of the second day, there was a knock at the door and when I opened it Fetterson was standing there.
'Mr. Pritts wants to see you, all of you. He wants to talk business.'
We looked at each other, then Orrin got up to go. The rest of us followed him and a Mexican standing at the bar turned his back on us. Anybody who was friendly to Jonathan Pritts would find few friends in Santa Fe.
It wasn't just that which worried me. It was Orrin.
Jonathan Pritts had four men outside the adobe where he lived and a few others loafing near the corral. Through the bunkhouse door I could see several men, all armed.
One thing you've got to watch, Tyrel, I told myself, is a man with so many fighters around. He wouldn't have all those men unless he figured he'd need them.
Rountree glanced at me. He was badger tough and coon smart. Sunday paused on the porch and took out a cigar; when he reached back and struck the match on his pants three chairs creaked as men put their hands to their guns. Tom didn't let on he noticed but there was a sly smile around his mouth.
Laura came to meet us in a blue dress that brought out the blue in her eyes, so she looked like an angel. The way she offered both hands to Orrin and the way she looked at him ... it was enough to make a man gag. Only Orrin wasn't gagging. He was looking like somebody had hit him with a fence post.
Cap was uncommon sour but Sunday--always a hand with the ladies--gave her a wide smile. Sometimes I thought it irritated him that Laura had chosen to fall for Orrin and not him. Her eyes looked past Orrin at me and our minds were hitched to the same idea. We simply did not like each other.
Jonathan Pritts entered wearing a preacher's coat and a collar that made you wonder whether he was going to offer prayer or sell you a gold brick.
He passed around a box of cigars and I was glad I didn't smoke. Orrin accepted a cigar, and after the slightest hesitation, Tom did too.
'I don't smoke,' I said.
'Will you have a drink?'
'I don't drink,' I said.
Orrin looked at me, because while I don't care for the stuff I sometimes drink with friends.
'You boys have done well with your cattle,' Pritts said, 'and I like men with business minds. However, I am wondering what you plan to do with the proceeds of your success. I can use men who want to invest business brains and capital, men who can start something and carry it through.'
Nobody said anything and he brushed the ash from his cigar and studied the glowing end for a minute.
'There may be a little trouble at first. The people on the land are not Americans and may resent our moving in.'
Orrin spoke slowly. 'Tyrel and me came west hunting land. We're looking for a home.'
'Good! New Mexico is now a part of the United States, and it's time that we American citizens had the benfits.'
He drew deep on his cigar. 'The first comers will be first served.'
'The way it sounds,' I said, 'you plan to shove out the first comers and move in yourself.'
Pritts was mad. He was not accustomed to straight talk--least of all from men like us. He said nothing for a moment and Laura sat down near Orrin and I got a whiff of her perfume.
'The Mexicans have no rights,' Pritts replied. 'The land belongs to us freeborn Americans, and if you come in with us now you will have shares in the company we are forming.'
'We need a home for Ma,' Orrin said, 'we do need land.'
'If we get it this way, there'll be blood on it,' I said, 'but first we should get Mr. Pritts' proposition in writing, just what he has in mind, and how he aims to settle up.' That was Pa talking. Pa always said, 'Get it in writing, boy.'
'A gentleman's word,' Pritts replied stiffly, 'should be enough.'
I got up. I'd no idea what the others figured to do and didn't much care. This sanctimonious old goat was figuring to steal land from folks who'd lived on it for years.
'A man who is talking of stealing land with guns,' I said, 'is in no position to talk about himself as being a gentleman. Those people are American citizens now as much as you or me.'
Turning around, I started for the door, and Cap Rountree was only a step behind me. Tom Sunday hesitated, being a polite man, but the four of us were four who worked and travelled together, so he followed us. Orrin lagged a little, but he came.
Pritts yelled after us, his voice trembling he was so mad. 'Remember this! Those who aren't with me are against me! Ride out of town and don't come back!'
None of us were greenhorns and we knew those men on the porch weren't knitting so when we stopped, the four of us faced out in four directions. 'Mr. Pritts,' I said, 'you've got mighty big ideas for such a small head. Don't you make trouble for us or we'll run you back to the country they run you out of.'
He was coming after us and he stopped in midstride, stopped as though I'd hit him with my fist. Right then I knew what I'd said was true ... somebody had run him out of somewhere.
He was an arrogant man who fancied himself important, and mostly he carried it off, but now he was mad. 'We'll see about that!' he shouted. 'Wilson, take them!'
Rountree was facing the first man who started to get out of a chair, which was Wilson, and there was no mercy in old Cap. He just laid a gun barrel alongside of Wilson's head and Wilson folded right back into his chair.
The man facing Orrin had a six-shooter in his stomach and I was looking across a gun barrel at Pritts himself. 'Mr. Pritts,' I said, 'you're a man who wants to move in on folks with guns. Now you just tell them to go ahead with what they've started and you'll be dead on the floor by the tune you've said it.'
Laura stared at me with such hatred as I've ever seen on a woman's face. There was a girl with a mighty big picture of her pa and anybody who didn't see her pa the way she did couldn't be anything but evil. And whoever she married was always going to play second fiddle to Jonathan Pritts.
Pritts looked like he'd swallowed something that wasn't good for him. He looked at that Navy Colt and he knew I was not fooling. And so did I.
'All right.' He almost choked on it. 'You can go.'
We walked to our horses with nobody talking and when we were in our saddles Orrin turned on me. 'Damn you, Tye, you played hell. You the same as called him a thief.'
'That land belongs to Alvarado. We killed a lot of Higginses for less.'
That night I slept mighty little, trying to figure out if I'd done right. Anyway I looked at it, I thought I'd done the right thing, and I didn't believe my liking for Drusilla had a thing to do with it. And believe me, I thought about that.
Next morning I saw Fetterson riding out of town with a pack of about forty men, and Wilson was with him. Only Wilson's hat wasn't setting right because of the lump on his skull. They rode out of town, headed northeast.
About the time they cleared the last house a Mexican boy mounted on a speedy looking sorrel took off for the hills, riding like the devil was on his tail.
Looked to me like Don Luis had his own warning system and would be ready for Fetterson before he got there. Riding that fast he wouldn't be riding far, so chances were a relay of horses was waiting to carry the word. Don Luis had a lot of men, lots of horses, and a good many friends.
Orrin came out, stuffing his shirt into his pants. He looked mean as a bear with a sore tooth. 'You had no call to jump Mr. Pritts like that.'
'If he was an honest man, I'd have nothing to say.'
Orrin sat down. One thing a body could say for Orrin, he was a fair man.
